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Briege Jan 2013
The love of God's a mansion,
And wholly paradise.
He's renovating your cottage
To rebuild you with life.
I Like to think that when you wonder why God is letting you hurt that it's like renovating a house; you have to take off a roof to be able to add a new level. Sometimes that might let in a bit of rain too, but in the end he's trying to show you his love, trying to help. I hope this might help someone the way it's helped me :)
Briege Nov 2012
A warm embrace of sunshine
To help me to forget
A prayer that's so clandestine;
A want of eternal rest.

No flame of passion to warm my day or eliminate my night.
Life's once blue skies, grey, and nothing fits quite right.

A sunset over my shoulder, not yet promising a dawn.
The gravity of life no longer hugs me in.
So I close my eyes and pray again, that death is not a sin.
Briege Nov 2013
Wedding ring,**
Good condition
50 years old,
Never used.
Thought it would be kinda cool to write a few poems in the style of classifieds. Here's number one. See how it goes
Briege Nov 2013
If I'm being honest (which I barely ever do) I often fear that stories of heaven are really, actually true. One lifetime seems plenty, so it'd be a waste to have two, especially when I feel like this one already ought to be through.
I also hate the heat, and I never loved the rain, and the thought of being honest makes me think I'll cry again.
It's something that I'm learning but, the process is soslow, so please stay with me and wait, I promise you I'll grow.
Briege Dec 2012
A love like yours, so beautiful. I can only wish to understand. It goes on and on forever, like the waves that kiss the sand.
I wrote this when someone very close to me lost their husband, bestfriend, soulmate. I couldn't find the words to tell them but I really wish I could have
Briege Oct 2012
A single footstep in the sand.
A tear spilt on the beach.
The quietness without you, and
The absence of your speech.

The long hot days in summer,
I've never been so alone.
I'd welcome back the thunder,
If it meant that you weren't gone.

The storms we'd weather together,
The ones we helped create.
You always said it better;
We didn't argue but, 'debate'

Love's not butterflies in stomachs
But a heart held in my hand.
You left a permanent mark,
When you knelt down in the sand.

A ring slipped on my finger,
I'll be forever yours.
Eternal love will linger,
You're the ghost that I adore.
#love #engagement #death
Briege Dec 2014
I have a little firework
And it burns dark and slow.
And every time I hold it;
I think cancer's sure to grow.
But we spend time together,
My firework and I
So when it does **** me
I'll know it's time to die.
I don't know what it is about this, I think it's the rhythm.
Briege Nov 2013
My favourite past time is walking into people wearing camouflage, and saying; 'oh sorry didn't see you there'. It's not a poem. I just like doing it.
I also like to sneeze in church, to see if anyone says bless you.
Now
Briege Oct 2012
Now
Nights like this: where raindrops fall the size of pears
Thunder rings, like a call from above;
A cry from the gods who’ve not seen our love
On the ground we watch the skies, a show of our impending fears

As the clouds begin to clutter
As the gods begin to shudder
As we lay down for one perpetual wink
As the earth begins to tumble as the seas begin to sink,
     the world begins to think

As the rivers run red with blood
And the crops once in drought, flood
As Atlas’ shoulders start to shift
And the earth itself needs lift

As the waters must soon retreat
As we learn a fault no one will repeat
As we start to see the beginnings of ends
As we change our ways, as if to make amends
Briege May 2013
Don't teach me how to fly like you did,
Or  say that you yearned to float.
And all the pain that you hid;
You yelled it to a rope.

All the world so loved you,
But, it was the end you chose.
So when the finals winds blew
I pray they saw you home.

Amen.
When a friend dies, it's a tragedy, when a young person dies; travesty. When they chose it, there a simply no words. I love you always bud, and forever.
Briege Oct 2012
Your voice my church bells,
Down falls my steeple.

I listened to your voice as I drifted off to sleep
And when I closed my eyes; i pray the lord, Your soul to keep.

Because you were always strong and you are always right,
And whenever I got darker, you were always light.

But it's getting kind of cold here, in the shadow of your sun,
And when I ask to hear your voice, it seems that you fall dumb.

All tears ran dry and rivers flood, when you had to go,
But you were never really here, more of a tidal ebb and flow.
Briege Oct 2012
In my hands,
I hold your heart
And crown it,
        *with all my love
Irish

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